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Rekindling Romance Amidst Diapers & Meetings
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2025-07-16 21:27:00Killian’s POV
I’d closed billion-dollar deals with less stress than trying to get a baby to nap. My arms were starting to go numb as I gently bounced our six-week-old daughter, Ava, against my chest. Her tiny cheek pressed into my shoulder, warm breath puffing against my skin, her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of my t-shirt like letting go meant she might fall into the abyss of baby nightmares again. Emma was in the living room, giving a pitch via Zoom to the Paris-based luxury brand her team had been courting for the past six months. Her voice came through the baby monitor loud and crisp—confident, articulate, the kind of commanding presence that made boardrooms go silent. And here I was, pacing in footie pajamas, humming a lullaby I barely remembered the lyrics to. But I wouldn’t trade it. This was my new battlefield. This was our new life.<
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Ruthless Temptation Rekindling Romance Amidst Diapers & Meetings
Killian’s POV I’d closed billion-dollar deals with less stress than trying to get a baby to nap. My arms were starting to go numb as I gently bounced our six-week-old daughter, Ava, against my chest. Her tiny cheek pressed into my shoulder, warm breath puffing against my skin, her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of my t-shirt like letting go meant she might fall into the abyss of baby nightmares again. Emma was in the living room, giving a pitch via Zoom to the Paris-based luxury brand her team had been courting for the past six months. Her voice came through the baby monitor loud and crisp—confident, articulate, the kind of commanding presence that made boardrooms go silent. And here I was, pacing in footie pajamas, humming a lullaby I barely remembered the lyrics to. But I wouldn’t trade it. This was my new battlefield. This was our new life.
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